When a fisherman cast his net, he surely hoped to return with a full haul.
But when the net went down, the catch was sparse—perhaps not even a single fish. Then he had two choices: return, or fish farther out in the deep sea where no one else went. There might be more fish there, but it also meant taking greater risks on the journey back.
There were no penguins at the North Pole. In fact, there once had been. Like the penguins of the Antarctic, they huddled together amid howling polar gales, relying on each other's body heat for warmth. But prolonged overhunting had driven Arctic penguins extinct. The vast majority of the penguins captured by humans had been parents, responsible for raising their young. Without penguins returning with food, the chicks would likewise starve to death.
When Georgiana woke up, the carriage had arrived near Duden Forest. There was a castle here, originally built when the Spaniards ruled the Netherlands. It was called Leal Castle. Later, a Belgian had bought it, and now it had been donated to serve as the new orphanage.
Its interior was somewhat dilapidated. The murals on the walls were mottled and faded, but at least the roof did not leak. The floors were laid with wooden boards, and there was even a piano in one corner.
"It looks rather nice. What do you think, Georgiana?" Richard said after looking around. His voice echoed through the empty space.
Georgiana said nothing.
She remembered the arrangements Voldemort had made for those who followed him. If they died, money and families would be provided to raise their children, so they would not be sent to an orphanage.
Those who came from orphanages knew especially well what such places were like. Though the Wood Orphanage where Tom